Sweet summer child, you still have roots to grow
You have wounds to hide, but scars to show
There are still mountains left for you to climb
Couplets left for you to rhyme
You have wars to end and peace to gain
My dear, there are still lions left to tame.

Little babe, you have so much time left to cherish
Do not let me hear you beg to perish
Your teeth have smiles more to smile
Your feet will travel miles more than miles
Though I weep over choices that I make
I am grateful you can learn from my mistakes.

Little one, when I held your newborn body in my hands
I knew you'd be the only one to understand
Born from ice and raised in fire
We were destined to expire
We both dream of feeling chosen
But past attempts have left us frozen
Scorched earth cannot sprout grass that is greener
We are meant to burn for lovers, not leavers
Built to withstand blows from mallets and cleavers
I was made to hold you up high
You were born with wings to fly
I am here to crush your fears
You are here to share my tears
I will care for you above all others
Because you are my precious baby brother.